This Is My Fare Thee Well

[ontology]

Leaving, in an hour, for my great-uncle's memorial service in New Jersey, which means WAY TOO MUCH DRIVING. Have new music. Am happy. See you lot on Wednesday. (I'll be coming home late Tuesday night, but you're daft if you think Mum's going to let me on the internet then. I might pop in at my cousins', though.)

In other news, am writing the ending of The Wise and the Lovely. It is absolute RUBBISH. Will expound upon this when I return.

P.S.:

Dear Coldplay,

What do you have against lyrics in the lyric booklet? Is it an allergy?

Sincerely,

A Disgruntled Fan

Comments

[lady-moriel.livejournal.com]

I know; they don't have lyrics printed in any of their booklets. I had some hope remaining when I bought Parachutes, but it's empty too.

[faeriemaiden.livejournal.com]

They HATE us. *cries* You've destroyed my last hope.

[ressie-noldo.livejournal.com]

I'm having the same trouble with my new Floyd CD.

Drat it, Gilmour, be a little more understandable, or print lyrics. It really is that simple, yeah.

[faeriemaiden.livejournal.com]

Hee. I saw Pink Floyd shirts at Wal-Mart several nights ago and thought of you. Except they were kind of sparkly and pink. Which was scary.

Um. Maybe they think their lyrics are too good to be read by the Masses. Except then they'll get all mangled by the weird little fangirls who type them into lyric websites, and I have to go and correct all the capitalisation and verse spacing and commas and apostrophes. And spelling, too, sometimes. Bleh.